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Nov. 18th, 2007 08:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jebbypalI think I had the wierdest dream ever (at least for me).
The beginning is a little confusing to me, but there was something about mule drawn carts at night. No clue.
The entire setting was basically like UPenn had been transported to the small town where I went to college. There was a huge quad but every time I left it, the town was laid out like I remember from college.
Basically, B and I had gone there to see another friend of mine, BV, and my parents wanted to drop by too. The mule drawn carts were required to meet up w/ BV and then we went to a very wierd apartment where she was keeping the mini-pug I was to take home and hide away from my landlord. Except then her apartment burned down and the dog disappeared.
The next day there was much confusion as I tried to explain to my parents where to meet me and B. Which is odd since they've been to the town before, but dream logic. B and I were just very happy to be eating where we were because it was our favorite cafe named, wait for it, Rush Limbaugha. We were buddies w/ the italian owner, to the point that he left his small child with us while he prepped food. And were drinking coffee out of modified shot glasses (no not expresso). Anyway, they got there lunch was had and all departed.
The next morning though, we were going to meet again at the same cafe. B and I showed up WAAAY before opening. No clue why. But were content to just sit there until owner showed up w/ baby, which was also when we saw my parents mule-cart pass (I know..). Since owner was busy w/ I don't know what, I went (sneakily) into the kitchen because I didn't want my parents to get a bad opinion of the place and that meant that coffee must be served promptly. But I couldn't find the coffee cups from the day before - everything else was much much wierder.
Then I woke up. Mostly thinking that wow, running a restaurant wouldnt' be too bad if I just did brunch and lunch.
The beginning is a little confusing to me, but there was something about mule drawn carts at night. No clue.
The entire setting was basically like UPenn had been transported to the small town where I went to college. There was a huge quad but every time I left it, the town was laid out like I remember from college.
Basically, B and I had gone there to see another friend of mine, BV, and my parents wanted to drop by too. The mule drawn carts were required to meet up w/ BV and then we went to a very wierd apartment where she was keeping the mini-pug I was to take home and hide away from my landlord. Except then her apartment burned down and the dog disappeared.
The next day there was much confusion as I tried to explain to my parents where to meet me and B. Which is odd since they've been to the town before, but dream logic. B and I were just very happy to be eating where we were because it was our favorite cafe named, wait for it, Rush Limbaugha. We were buddies w/ the italian owner, to the point that he left his small child with us while he prepped food. And were drinking coffee out of modified shot glasses (no not expresso). Anyway, they got there lunch was had and all departed.
The next morning though, we were going to meet again at the same cafe. B and I showed up WAAAY before opening. No clue why. But were content to just sit there until owner showed up w/ baby, which was also when we saw my parents mule-cart pass (I know..). Since owner was busy w/ I don't know what, I went (sneakily) into the kitchen because I didn't want my parents to get a bad opinion of the place and that meant that coffee must be served promptly. But I couldn't find the coffee cups from the day before - everything else was much much wierder.
Then I woke up. Mostly thinking that wow, running a restaurant wouldnt' be too bad if I just did brunch and lunch.